Prepare to Gag

Nov 04, 2005 19:48

I am very nervous about my impending dinner at the Ritz-Carlton this evening.

I just came from an ale house where we met some friends for drinks, and I did something I've never done before in my life: I stabbed myself in the top of the mouth with a chip. I'm pretty sure I bled, too. You see, I bit into nacho, like I've done many times in my life as a commoner. This was immediately different however: There was pain and that lovely sensation of something piercing your flesh. There is no polite way to stick one's fingers in their mouth and check for bleeding. I just sat there in pain, smiling, pretending my mouth was not throbbing and burning with that fresh cut feeling, and shortly thereafter a scab seemed to form. Highly disturbing, a scab in one's mouth, I tell you. There is something there that I do not want to see, that my tongue can't stop rubbing and I'm afraid I'm going to--prepare to gag--lick off. [shudders]

So, yes, Master of Nachos that I am, I'm off to eat Smoked Salmon “à la Minute” on Fresh Water Chestnuts, Matsutake Mushrooms,in a Whiskey Wasabi-Apple Broth and Caviar Speckled Crema-- with an injured palette. I'm in trouble.
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